Name:
Maria Bella Donna
Age:
Unknown, Thought to have orginated from early Medieval times.
Personality:
Seductive, and sly. Self absorbed and Power hungry.
Information:
Maria usually walks around it what could be considered a normal human form. Upon will she can explode into a mass of running, spinning, ripping, and tearing Barb wire. She has significant control over her transformation, giving her the abilits to send the tendrils on solo mission, or in a mass assult. When engaging a foe, she prefers to stay back, and tear the foe to shreds as it tries to reach her. She also enjoys making people believe she is a harmless woman, often wrapped only in a grey scarf, and then transforms, entagling her them, causing sever injusry.
History
It is rumored that Maria was actually a great Queen of her day. She was the answer to an unforgiving war. A war that had caused great pain and suffering. She is believed to be a Saint among the masses, a kind hearted woman who opened her arms to orphans, and her palace to the homeless. This is false.
In fact, she a harlet in the kingdom she rumored to live. She had no home, she was always staying in some other mans home for the night. She didnt care about anythign but shelter and the few minor coins sshe recieved for her services. She was a beautiful fair maiden, and this was where all her talent laid, all her transaction based on the beauty of her face, and curves of her body.
Her minor roll in the city soon changed. She found many of the men that took to her, had more money available on person. So soon, she was stealing this money, and the only way to do so... was to kill the men she was with. She couldnt carry weapons as that was far to obvious that it was she who commited the crimes. Instead she found a weapon of choice. A metal wire that had sharp pointy knots tied all through out. We know it today as Barb wire.She would do her service to the man. What ever he desired. Some men wanted nothing more than a chat, a woman on their arm to festivals, but some men wanted more. These men were her targets. They were the ones with alot of money, but gave almost nothing. They were usually the hidden riches type. No one knew they had money.
She would leave from their bedside, and soon return with her weapon, a foreign object to the city and time. She usually went for the throught. The men never put up much of a fight, but the few who did, died more painfully.
The bodies were found, but all the strange markings on their bodies only lead the people to believe it was a demon, a succubus. That preyed on the men, and chewed at their necks, draining their bodys dry of the esscance on life. This was a terrible thing to have in the kingdom, so the King, in fear of his own life, (His rooms were always welcome to the beautiful harlets) so he hired the aid of a powerful sorcerer.
The sorcerer went to work fast, spinning curses over the area. A nasty curse, a devilish one that would effect anyone who killed in this city. It was one to give the murderer everlasting life, in a torturous plain.
Maria was not away of this, and she went about her business as usual. She sat straddles on the fresh corpse below her, wiping the mans blood off her hands on to his bed. Then she felt something wrap around her leg, and pierce her skin in several place. Then it wrapped around her waist and arms, and soon her naked body was lifted into the air. She screamed in terror and pain. She saw what was happening. This wire that she used as a tool had come out of the darkness of the room. She was wrapped up, caccooned in the deadly tendrils of rusted metal. Her screams were only silenced when her entire body was submerged into the darkness into which the barb wire came.
While she was submerged in this hell, sent by the wizardly priest, she witnessed the one thing she feared the most happened. She saw the one person cast down into the hell fires, she resided, she wished not to see. Her son, the b*****d. The priest had gone to burn down the shanty home she had. What he found was a frightened little dirty boy. Around the age of seven. He was crouched in a corner. He was wearing little more than peasant clothes. On his stomach was a birthmark. This lead the Priest to believe the child was of satan. They killed him on the spot, and did a demon purging ritual, which sent his soul to the bottomless pitt of hell.
This very act started the hardening of her heart. She begged and pleaded to have his soul released. She was tricked into performing her old earthly duties again, but her son was never released.
